Still seated on the floor across
from Claire, Trevor was chattering away to pass the time.
"But that was still not the wildest place I've been
to. There was this one time in Cairo when i found this small underground dance
club that the pharoah didn't know about--" With a smile on his face, Trevor
paused, engrossd in his own story, not bothering to look up to see that CLaire
was not. She wached him skeptically, not believing a word of what he was saying
before she abruptly interrupted him.
"You were in Cairo, Trevor?"
"Yeah. Lots of times. It's been awhile though... Anyway, the last time it was
wet t-shirt night on the banks of the Nile. Those guys really have some ravenous
appetities, including the pharoahs. Orgies that went on for days. Intresting
fact, did you know that the Ancient Egyptians believed people actually thought
from inside their hearts?"
smirked slightly, smiling as she leaned her head back against the elevator wall.
"They must have really loved you, Trevor..."
"Actually, they didn't. At least Cleopatra didn't. I caused her a
world of trouble, but that's a different story. A lot of people weren't happy to
see me sometimes. You'd be surprised at how unpopular I was."
"I wouldn't be that suprised..."
He went on, ignoring her tone. "Anyway, wildest
party. Like I was saying there was this dance club behind a little (egyptian
building) where they would--"
Suddenly he was interrupted as Claire's cell phone rang. Already holding it
impatiently in her hand, Claire gratefully jerked it up to her ear.
"Jaclyn, where are you," she said immediately
sitting beside Champ in his car as they raced down the darkened city streets to
the building where Trevor and CLaire were trapped. She looked nervously over at
Champ driving as she tried to answer the question. "I'm... sorry, Claire. We
were a little... delayed."
elevator, Claire blinked. "Delayed? Delayed by what?"
Jaclyn paused, stills earching for a reasonab;e answer. She
looked up at an absolutely empty stretch of road before her, not a car in sight.
"Is it bad?"
Claire's voice came through the phone.
Crossing her fingers, Jaclyn hoped he voice wasn't giving her away.
"Yeah. Total madhouse out here..."
Claire sighed, looking over at Trevor sitting across from her on the elevator
floor. "Ok... Just come get us as soon as you can. I think I'm about to suffer
from an overdose of Trevorality. His charms hav grown flimsier than a Jennifer
Lopez award dress..."
nodded, holding the dashboard as Champ raced around an empty corner, over
compensating for being late. She tried to keep her head from spinnning. "Just
hold tight, Claire. We're on our way..."
Claire nodded even though Jaclyn couldn't see her. "Thanks,
Lowering her voice, she
snuck a glance at Trevor, who wasn't paying attention. "Hurry...
"Right. Bye, Claire."
Jaclyn hung up the cell phone and grabbed on as Champ squealed around another
corner, tying to keep her balance in the passenger seat.
Concentrating on the road, he smiled. "Where have I heard that
Lights tarted flashing
into his eyes, and a second later he realized they were reflecting off the rear
view mirror and into their faces. The back windshield glowed bright with the
pulsing colors as they heard a brief wail of a siren as the lights grew
Looking into the rearview
mirror, Champ groaned in frustration.
Jaclyn looked back, worried. "What's that?"
They both looked into each other's eyes,
"Another delay..." Champ
CLaire looked at her
watch, before finally answering Trevor. "For the last time, I don't want to
argue. I've told you why it didn't work and I'm tired of talking in circles with
you. Trevor, we're stuck in a small place, in an empty building... Can't we just
"You can't just drop how
your heart feels about something. Neither can I. Too bad the high and mighty
Claire Allen doesn't see it. Do you ever get saddle burn sitting on that high
horse of yours?"
just never agree on this..." she said seriously.
groaned. "Because it was a stupid movie! The plot was terrible, the dialogue
totally ridiculous, and that dance scene at the end. That was just...
bad. No matter how much you argue, you'll never convince me
"Yeah, but Rachel Leigh
Cook was cute."
"Trevor, please. It's late. I'm tired. Could we please just stop fighting for
once and agree to disagree?"
smiled. "Sure... I'm game."
They were both silent for
several long moments of peacful silence. But Trevor couldn't leave it at that.
"So are we to the part yet wher we touch, we cuddle... and you beat my sword
into a plowshare?"
looking at her watch again. "Why don't suspension cables ever brake when you
want them to..."